So Marcia Tait must have been killed before two o'clock, probably some time before two o'clock, for all footprints of the murderer to have been effaced. Why, Bennett wondered, should it bother him? He almost started when he heard Thompson go on:
"The other ma — the other gentleman asked for his card to be given to Mr. Bennett. You are Mr. Bennett, sir? Thank you "
Bennett took the slip of pasteboard, on which was scribbled, "Friend of Sir Henry Merrivale. Should like to see you privately." The neat engraving read:
HUMPHREY MASTERS CHIEF INSPECTOR CRIMINAL INVESTIGATION DEPT. NEW SCOTLAND YARD, S. W.
CHAPTER FIVE
Shadows in the Gallery
"Tell Dr. Wynne and the inspector," said Bohun, becoming brisk and alert once more, "that I'll take them down to the pavilion at once. Like to come along, Willard?" He looked at Bennett, who was still staring at the card in his hand. "You're a very popular young man, Jimmy my lad," he added in a curious voice. "You arrive here at break of day. At (what time is it?) at a quarter past eight people have already begun calling on you. - May I ask who it is?"
Bennett decided to be frank, though he was a little uneasy at the wheels he seemed to have set in motion. He put the card into Bohun's hand.
"I don't know the man," he replied, "or how he happens to be here at eight o'clock in the morning. My uncle is"
"I know who he is," said Bohun. His voice was quiet, but a nerve twitched beside his eyelid.